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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Where Angels Fear to Tread (not about the book) (09/08/11)

TITLE: Watch and Learn
By Cheryl von Drehle
09/14/11


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My name is Voithia and I am preparing for my daily angelic duties. As I look down from heaven into my sector of earth I see bodies squirming in a tangled heap, arms and legs askew. The noise is deafening: shrieks and hollers, piercing cries, grunts and unintelligible squealings.

The exact purpose of this battle is difficult to discern, but generally similar to all the others I have witnessed down through human history. It is always about territory and possessions: it's mine! give it to me! I want it! Often the objective is ill defined; sometimes it is “just because” that is what human beings do. Still, I fear this type of specific conflict is not my bailiwick and hope it will not be my assignment today.

As I observe from my vantage point, this particular skirmish drags on for most of the morning, ebbing now, then reaching new heights of clamor and confusion as the hour wanes. The weapons of today’s choice are primitive: hands and feet, wrestling limbs, close contact.

The thought of intervening here leaves me cold. But thankfully God had a different plan: He invented mothers.

“Okay children. Time to stop wrestling and whatever other mayhem you are creating. Clean up! It’s time for chores.” Limbs begin to disengage. The heap of bodies untangles, turning back into separate little individuals. Tears subside and laughter diminishes. Whining about chores unites combatants against the new enemy.

All in all a good morning’s play. I thank my Creator once again for mothers who monitor these daily battles with such aplomb. I gratefully turn my attention to another part of my sector for which I am better suited.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/16/11
This is great. At first I thought you were describing an act of terrorism. (Of course being the youngest I often felt terrorized:)I giggled at the end.
Corinne Mann 09/17/11
What an interesting read with humourous notes at the end! Love it!
God bless
Camille (C D) Swanson 09/17/11
A cute funny read. God Bless~
Linda Goergen09/17/11
Very cute and creative! Enjoyed the fun read!
Noel Mitaxa 09/18/11
Thank you for such a succinct statement of truth, and for the slight twist at the close.
Theresa Santy 09/20/11
Oh my gosh this was so funny, and so sad because of how symbolic it was of 'grown up' battles.

Very, very clever.